I enjoy my early morning walk to the pool, it not quite daylight when I leave our casa, very few folks are out and about, traffic is at a minimum until I get to the main drag about 3 -4 blocks away and there it is hustling with buses getting folks to work and children to school. I never tire of seeing momas and papas holding the hand of their young child as they walk them to school daily, or teenage school girls in cute uniforms, and the boys in slacks and shirts chatting in groups as they hop off the bus. Along this main drag portable restaurants get set up each morning by putting out a white plastic tables with an oil cloth table cloth and loading them up with what I am sure are home made foods. No food inspectors to worry about, probably no business licenses to obtain, just find a spot and your in business. After the morning rush these tiny enterprises disappear only to reappear the next day. This morning a man was harvesting coconuts from a tree in the ball field. I stopped to watch him and he seemed quite pleased that I was
interested. Unfortunately there was a wire fence and some distance from where I was to his tree but he showed me his rope that was looped up and over the tree so that he was holding both ends with one end having a loop at one end. Also disappointing was the fact that his wheelbarrow was full and he was done harvesting. He proudly pointed to his wheel barrow. And we both waved as I went on to the pool. Sometimes when I take pictures of people doing what I find interesting things I’m concerned that I may offend them, considering them like monkeys in a zoo, there for our entertainment, or looking down on them for their primitive ways. But the truth is I’m fascinated by everything that is different for no other reason than it is different.
I marvel at how hard they work, how ingenious they are at using, reusing and making do with what is available. No one bulldozes down a building to make a new one. They repair and remodel and use what is already there. Probably the only things that bothers me are the way garbage is dumped on street corner each night for the garbage trucks to pick up the next day. Many times by morning the street dogs have spread it around and it doesn’t all get collected. Recycling is coming about as I do see cardboard bundled
together, but I would like to see plastic bags disappear from the planet. I now buy my eggs in a half flat tied up with string 15 at a time for about 30 pesos. Plastic bags get blown everywhere, and when they end up in the ocean can be mistaken by some fish as jelly fish. I would like to see Mexico and all countries return to bring your own shopping bag for your purchases. Some communities in our area have gone to no plastic and charging 5 cents for paper bags.
On my way back from the pool, the sky is blue, the air is soft and comfortably warm, more people are out but it still isn’t even close to hot. I stop by the mercado looking for celery. The only nice celery I see is at the stall with the grouchy, or at least unsmiling lady. But I also notice nice looking mangoes, so grouch or not she get my 30 pesos this morning.
Back at la casa the Senor is just getting up, and since he is the breakfast cook I’m treated to marvelous breakfast of fresh fruit on our sunny pleasantly
warm balcony. I’m not sure life gets any better. One of the many acquaintances we met while traveling on the bus told us, he’s american from LA, now living not too far from Zihuatanejo has married locally and has no intentions of returning to the states he says why should I, here everyone in happy, no one rushes, no hurry, everyone is relaxed, no road rage. 02 25 15 Signing off KO